New Ulm weekly review., 1887-08-24

stand the chief charm Of her stage
presence.
She saw Mr.. Rawlinson; she gave.
cry and started toward him With
open arms.
30, father!!''
ssWait!''
9'He stood with his arms folded. She
paused. He spoke very gently but,
firmly, as / had never heard him
speak.
~ want to take you back, my child;
my heart is hungry Tor you. But you
must leave this worthless creature.
Will your
She looked from father to husband.
The struggle Was fierce but brief. She
went to Blake as he leaned against
the wall and clasped her hands on his
shoulder.
.He is my husband, = she simply
said.
'sstrike the old man for money!, /
plainly heard from him, in a seDul-
chral whisper.
/ John Rawlinson groaned as he left
the room and the house, looking
neither to the right nor left. I follow.
ed him in silence. AS he strode on,
and as bestirred myself TO overtake
him, a shout followed us. / looked
back and saw Edward Blake lurching
heavily along.
a'Can't you do something for a fell
low, Mr.. Rawls?" he hiccoughed.
"Say a ffty-or Or
Something like an oath came from
the man addressed, as he disappeared
! in the darkness.
He had already goneup to his room
| when | reached the hotel, and / did
not disturb him-as, indeed, ] had
no excuse to do so. He came down
to breakfast the next morning, look
| ing as solid and impassive as usual
But the bootblack told me afterward
that as he went his rounds very ear
| ly, he heard somebody in room IL
walking the floor and groaning.
| Two men sitting opposite us con
versed so loudly that we heard all
they said. .
Hear the play last night?"
| eyes I reckon the afterpiece was
rather better"
"Afterplece? There wasn't any?"
! 1T happened over at the Windsor,
where theactors stop. The leading man
is a drunken brute; the women with the
fue figure and eyes is his wife. It ap-
pears her father, some rich old hunks,
hunted her up, and wanted her to
come back home to him. She
wouldn leave her husband-iust like
a woman! and he got into drunken
rage because she wouldn't strike the
I nld ,,ooy, fr>v. ~, oro11 Ho ob q cod I, =,
through the hall, and fell down stairs.
The scoundrel broke his neck and it
served him right"
ssKill him?''
eyes"
With pale and rigid face Mr.. Rawlin.
son rose from the table. He looked
toward me. | understood it. We
walked over to the Windsor without
q word. In the room where we had
left her the night before we found
Ethel Blake, sitting by her worthless
clay as it waited for the coffin. She
saw her father, and this time she fell
upon his breast. saw there what
would not have believed the day be
fore could ever happen.
/ John Rawlinson cried!
/ 20 Ethel, what misery you have
caused!" the strong man sobbed
"You broke your poor mo theirs heart
You ruined our happy home. You
made me wretched wanderer. What
did you get for all this?''
/ Should the years of Methusaleh bt
mine, shall never forget how sht
turned to her dead, and, laying he1
hand on his forehead, said;
"He was my husband; loved him
He was the father OF the two precious
darllngs that were torn from us. Ifh,
could come back to me I would Low.
4. him still.''
/ The years are not many since, at
Mr.. Rawlinson's urgent request,
made him visit at his beau
| tiful home in the suburbs O
Chicago. Rich sbeyond the dreams
| Of avarice,'' with his daughte
/ restored to him, and with nothing tc
cloud the future but the shadow 8
the dreary past, it seemed to me tha
| he might now be happy. | said so tx
him.
"If Ethel would consent to MARI,
| again Ishould be. She ischarming still
as you see, and less than 40; it goe
without saying that there are a doz
en- splendid men who are dying for her
WIFI you believe me, sir-she'll hav
nothing to do with any Of them! Sh
will cherish the memory OF that worth
less vagabond as long as she lives ant
die with his picture next to her heart
I'll be hanged if can make out any
thing about a woman any howl
1 l looked at her as she came to cal
us to tea-sweet and beautiful in he
sadnessand thought of the lines:
Mans love is of man life a thing part
is woman's whole existence.
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